Avery P. O. V.
I can’t believe what I am seeing. I took my hand over my mouth to stop the crying I am trying to hold in. But I can’t. It’s coming out gasp of air and a loud cry.
Why, would you do this to me.
Why, would you spend one night with a one-night stand. I hope it was worth it, you assholes. Because I am not going to put up with their shit anymore.
When Emilia sent me those pictures of my mates kissing and making out with them fucking bimbo’s. I felt heartbreaking and I felt pain in my chest.
Ouch! I yelled out. I was holding on to my chest where the pain is. I was trying to calm my breathing down from the pain. It felt like my heart is on fire.
“Why?” I cried out.
“Why did I have to fall in love with my bullies and the guys that hated me since I was six years old.”
The guys would torture and tease me.
The guys would laugh at me with their friends and not look my way in a friendly jester.
The guys would kiss and make out with girls that hurt and pick on me.
I should have known they never wanted me. I was just a joke to them.
Well, this was the last time someone ever made Avery Maire Williams cry. I am done.
I am. Just. Done.” But what if it was all mistakes.” I heard Angelica in my mind.
“Yeah, Avery” What if it all a mistake and you know pictures do tell a whole different story.”
“You know I am right,” Angelstar told me. I want to believe maybe they were just sitting there, and all have sudden the girls show up and jump on their laps.
Yeah, that’s what happened. Just maybe that’s what happened. I was hopeful thinking. But I knew that’s not what happen. I need to stop lying to myself.
I sighed and wiped my eyes from the tears falling down my face. I can’t stop crying. I need to stop crying over them. I don’t know how many times I cried over them over the years.
I thought they change since they found out I was their mate.
But I was wrong.
I was so wrong.
I need to tell them to stop and leave me alone. I can’t have them hurt me anymore.
But it was too late.
They already broke my heart.
There’s nothing left of my broken heart.
I took a deep breath and I let out the air I had trapped inside my chest. I told myself no more!
I am done with their childish games.
I am tired of all the bullshit the put me threw.
I am tired of them wanting to be my friend and turning around and hurting me.
I am tired of hurting all the time.
Finally, last but not least. I am tired of them making me fall in love with them.
I broke down and bawled my eyes out all night in my room.
I buried my head inside my pillow and cried and cried. I can’t help it. I am always crying because of Elijah Woods, Jake Stone, Andrew Bradford, Matthew Steele.
I can’t believe they hate me that much. I am their mate too. I can’t believe they are doing this to their mate. I pointed at myself.
I can feel the pain worsen in my chest.
Oh, God, this fucking hurts!!!
I just want to die.
It feels like I am dying with all the pain of seeing my mates all of the girls at the party. Emilia could have got some pictures and a video of the other guys.
No! Avery, you have seen their faces. You know it was them.
Your mates.
Making out with Emilia’s friends well old friends her words not mine. I don’t know if I should trust her or not? I always knew she wasn’t the one to trust. But we been best friends back in the day. I know she would never hurt me like this and make it all up. That the guys were cheating on me. I was sniffing trying to stop my crying. But I was holding back with the whimper and whines. I started sobbing again.
No! Avery! Stop it.
No more crying over them assholes. I told myself over and over again. I sighed and closed my eyes because I am exhausted from crying all of them stupid football jocks/mates.
I am so tired of this.
I am so tired of the bullying and not fitting in.
I am so tired of the girls screaming and beating me up because I am getting the guy’s attention.
I am so tired of the name calling.
I am so tired of the emptiness and numbness I feel because they don’t want me to fit in with their crowd.
I am so tired of the drama with going back in forth trying to protect myself from my classmates want to hurt me.
Oh, God, I can’t believe I let this all happen.
I should have known they were up to something. I wasn’t going to be their mate and their girlfriend.
“Avery? You alright now?” I heard someone outside my bedroom door.
I stop crying on my bed and I lift my head and stared at the door.
I cleared my throat and try not to let them hear me I am upset.
I took a deep breath and let it out again.
“Yes, I am fine I tell them with a smile in my voice.
“Well, I thought I heard you crying, sweetie?” I heard my mother ask me through the bedroom door.
“I am a fine mom.” I am just a little tired.” I told her.
“Oh, okay, well I just wondering and worried about you.” I heard my mother tell me.
“Well, okay.” Are you sure you, okay?” I heard her voice sound concerned and worried.
“Yeah, I am sure,” I told her with a smile in my voice.
“Okay, well good night sweetie I heard my mother’s sweet caring and loving voice.
“Okay, good night I love you too,” I told her back and I started getting ready for bed.
Five minutes later…
I jump in bed and think about the guys.
Stop it!
Stop thinking about them monsters.
I should go for a sweet and caring guy. Someone like Duke.
Huh, I thought in my head. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about Duke. I know should be thinking about my mates. But then I should think about something else than them.
Why did Duke Conaway pop in my mind?